It is St George’s Day. Happy St George’s Day. Although, on the whole I tend to defend the dragon. Bloody knights going round slaughtering endangered species, until the poor dragons are so close to extinction that they are forced to invent intergalactic travel and find a new planet to live on. History is my strong point, and biology, and astrophysics. OK, I have no strong points, except the odd good hair day.
Back to the subject, St. George’s Day, bit dull isn’t it? None of the packing the streets with our national colours the way the Irish and the Dutch do on their days of celebration. No special coloured milkshakes, no New York parades, though I imagine someone, somewhere is drinking copiously.
Why is that? I don’t list English that high up on my identifying features, and the lack of celebration suggests I am not the only one. I probably get more excited about my Irish heritage than my English – they got all the cool stuff – they have a sexy accent, they nabbed all the cool minor keys for their traditional music, and can you imagine MorrisDance being a hit on Broadway?
Being proud of being English just seems a little racist doesn’t it?! Too many years of hearing the excessively right wing bang on has left me a little dubious of my own nationality, which is a bit poo really. I consider myself human first, a woman next, a socialist, a mother, a closet rebel, British at a push, but rarely English.
Having said all that, I am totally English – moderately amusing, self-deprecating, likes cakes and the modest treat of a custard cream, a bit eccentric, and awkward in social situations. I need to work on standing for the National Anthem and liking Ant and Dec, and then I will be totally there.
So I shall celebrate in my own way today, by setting up a Dragon Protection League, a spot of hanky waving and hoisting the Jolly Roger. (Sorry, that white and red one is just a bit dull, get a new flag, perhaps with a picture of Stephen Fry enjoying a jammie dodger, and I shall wave it with pride)
Or I might just settle for a nice cup of tea,
Love Miss Cisco XXX